the colors have built up in my mind 
they're bleeding through my heart 
and nobody knows that they exist 
look at my bursted veins 
now do you see the red in me 
it's a sign for the end 

only the end of the red 
will show you my blue side 

I've been given my brush and plate 
but where will I paint my life 
and will the buyer in the sky 
believe in what I dream 
and it's so hard for me to explain 
what I will miss 
to myself